Clean Out Your Ears, Don't Listen For

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.

Be Grateful For Whoever Comes, Because Each Has Been Sent As A Guide From Beyond.

Sit With Lovers And Choose Their State. Do Not Stay Long With Those Who Are Not Living In The Heart.

The Heart Is Like A Candle, Longing To Be Lit!

Clean Out Your Ears, Don't Listen For What You Already Know.